Just a simple one :D
Molly Hooper sighed as she swept the concrete floor of the classroom. She was left alone with the cleaning duty after just 25 minutes of help from her other 3 classmates, who were not really of 'help' in the first place; they had merely sat on the tables gossiping about some boy band's...boys.
She had just finished wiping a line of tables and turned around to do another row, when she screamed in shock at the sudden appearance of the tall Sherlock Holmes beside her.
"Ouch, Molly," he winced, mock rubbing his right ear.
"I-I wouldn't have to scream out loud if you didn't materialise out of nowhere!" she argued timidly, her hand to her heart in utter surprise.
"I didn't 'materialise out of nowhere'; I'm sure you know I came in from the front door?"
"Don't try to be smart now, Sherlock."
"I don't have to 'try'; I already 'am'," he corrected smugly.
Molly did not grace that truth with an affirmation; the last thing she wanted to do now was to expand his already overblown ego.
Sherlock was a teenager who kept his friends really close to him and hardly ever let them go. Whenever there were projects needed to be done in groups, he would immediately get them in his. When they were not in his group, he would actually verbalise his displeasure and even argue with the teacher until he got his way. Besides that, whatever he needed or wanted, he would go to his friends for it. Somehow, Molly had unwittingly became part of his circle and was constantly disturbed by him - usually to borrow her stationary, even though he had brought a pencil case of his own. Him asking from her weird favours were also the norm, so on that day, she knew it would be a weird favour he was asking for.
"What do you need?" was Molly's usual phrase to him when she sensed him wanting something.
"Not me; you."
"What 'you'? I mean, 'me'? What- what I need?"
"Yes."
Sherlock regarded her closely. "You've been stuck here for the past hour, judging by the accumulation of dust on your shirt and that you have only wiped 2 rows of tables so far; you would do that after sweeping the floor, which would normally take you 35 minutes. You certainly did not receive any kind of help from the other girls, since the windowpanes are still dirty."
School gate's closing in an hour half's rime, and here you are - still moving at a snail's pace. So I ask you again: what do you need me to do down here?"
Molly raised an eyebrow at him. He certainly seemed...eager. Eager to help?
"Umm, okay. You can- you can help me with the windows?"
He nodded and proceeded to grab a spare clean cloth to wipe the windowpanes with.
They worked in silence; Sherlock by the windows, Molly wiping the tables clean. They were done in an hour half's time and Molly punched her right fist in the air in relief. With a bright grin in her face she picked up the cleaning materials around her and collected the remaining ones from Sherlock.
Molly was always giving help to Sherlock, but there were times it was the other way round. After whatever help she received from him, she would give him a peck on the cheek on top of a 'thank you', as an additional thanks to him.
She did that, and they made their way to the school gate, where the guard reprimanded them about staying late again.
Molly would never know that after every help Sherlock gave her, he would be thinking of more ways to offer his help again, just to receive another peck on the cheek. Only because it felt nice...and right.
He isn't called 'smart' for nothing ;) Hope you liked this :DDD (sorry, needed to get my fix of Sherlolly fluff. Again)